You got there! Well done. Thanks for leaving me so many comments even at some ungodly hour of the morning. (Or are you somewhere in a different timezone, no wait a minute that's probably just you! lol) It's appreciated.

I was in the UK Wendy - away at a tennis tournament though with my youngest son. The hotel was a dive and very noisy so I tried to to put my sleepless hours to good use! Likewise, thanks for reading and supporting my blog throughout the A to Z. It was fun despite those few anxious time-pressed ones that nearly didn't make it!

Thanks for dropping by Clee. I am afraid I am going to be one of the late readers too! I did all my post on the day (often very late at night!) which didn't leave much time for reading and commentating with all the other stuff I had on in April. I am looking forward to checking some of the other blogs out though. Almost all of the original blogs I read back in 2007/8 have died out so I am really looking forward to finding some new eclectic reads:)

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